Captured Ink, Hidden Hearts

Harry

Freeing himself from Louis under the warm blanket is almost impossible and yet Harry has to do it; because otherwise his viewers wouldn't be happy if a stream went down.

But Harry allows himself another few minutes with Louis' warm chest gently rising beneath his head and the steady heartbeat that he loves to listen to. Harry is sure that it only beats for him. Louis' fingertips circle his shoulder blade the whole time, almost tickling, and it's just so nice to be held like that.

"I have to get ready," Harry finally sighs, placing a small kiss on Louis' heart as he rises from the embrace.

"Mhm," is Louis' only response and Harry understands. What more can he say when Harry is about to lounge lasciviously in front of others? It's no longer easy for Harry either and he decides to spend more time tomorrow trying to get back to his old job.

To lighten the mood, Harry quickly brings over the bag that Louis had randomly dropped in their sexual desire when he arrived and smiles at Louis, who just watches him quietly.

“Come on, you choose what you want me to wear. I want to know if you’re happy with the new things anyway,” he says.

Harry lays out his new underwear on the bed, giving Louis a cheeky grin. “What do you think, Lou? Suitable for the stream or am I revealing too much?”

Louis comes to him and looks at the new underwear for a long time and, with a sweet smile, finally replies, “You know, you could wear a bin bag, and people would still watch.”

"That's not what I'm talking about. I want to know if you can live with it like that. And please choose something,” Harry says gently, stroking Louis’ lower back.

“It all looks sexy,” Louis murmurs. "But I think I'd like to see you in that," he says, reaching for one of the lacy dresses. It's the one Harry liked himself in best, tight-fitting, everything in lace except the sewn-in black thong that covers his cock.

“Can I have a private show later, my rose?” Louis asks as he watches Harry closely while he runs his hand over the fine fabric.

Louis' finger, on the other hand, gently strokes Harry's hip with his knuckle so that he has to close his eyes briefly to avoid becoming aroused again.

"And that coming from your mouth, who would have thought, hm foxie?" Harry finally grins.

"Yeah, who would have thought," Louis chuckles and then nudges him in his stomach. "Come on, change your clothes, I want to see what you look like in them."

“Do you generally want to watch the stream again?” Harry asks and looks at Louis curiously, but he shakes his head. "No, I think I'll just wait until you're finished. I could order us something to eat and um... I could stay here again tonight... if you want?"

"Do I want that? Of course! I want nothing more," Harry exclaims and throws his arms around Louis' neck and folds them there. "I want you to never be insecure again, okay? I always want you here, any time of the day or night."

Louis smiles so sweetly that it makes Harry melt.

And with one last kiss, Harry pulls away from him and begins to move slowly while Louis sits back down on the bed and just watches him quietly. He loves it a little too much that Louis is his silent spectator and he obviously enjoys just being around Harry. There's never an awkward silence between them; instead, Harry feels so wanted and cared for when he's around Louis. It's a warm feeling that he loves to immerse himself in and decides that if Louis lets him, he wants to do this forever.

The dress is a bit difficult to put on, being so tight and with the fine lace, Harry is afraid of destroying it and gets a little giggle from Louis as Harry squirms around awkwardly and probably looks anything but sexy.